My brainy lies over the ocean.... in Asia to be exact

Pretty typical week. Bloody election (bloody tories), bloody Mahler, bloody Indo-Pak tension films (Earth), bloody Kaffee Haus (went swimmingly for all that it could have crashed and burned), bloody life.

I was just informed of a statistic (I love them, don't you?) that reports that under thirty percent of B.C. highschool seniors pass the math twelve provincial exaaaaamination.

Indeedlidoodli what what tommy rot what ho by Jingo!

That is to say... well DUH!

Seriously, no matter how many strikes, strikes, and spending hikes we go through, these bloody kids don't git no bloody smarter (except for the Asians), they git dumber what what! (Except for the Asians.)

"A hit! A very palpable hit!"

An all new selection of highs and lows

No, I'm not talking about uppers or downers (Any Downers???), simply referring to the ever-widening gap between my good moods and... less good ones. That is not to say that I am a wrathful person. No, it's usually just a kind of despondency. But not right now! so it would be a waste to concentrate on such silly irrelevent matters.

Apparently my submissions in sketch-form met with a degree of approbation from my contemporaries, though they gave me credit for one of Brian's ideas it would seem. Infuriatingly, I was unable to attend the meeting at which my ideas were evaluated, and therefore unable to absorb the ego-inflation firsthand. Oh well.

Recently watched (how many times have I written those particular words together before?) a generally entertaining Indian film of the appelation "Mission: Kashmir." I, who prior to the viewing of said cinematic endeavor had known little of the Kashmir sovereignty conflict, found it an informative as well as suspenseful war film. It did not flout tradition, and squeezed in a few competently staged songs even though it's a war film. Hehe. Gotta love Bollywood.


Preity Zinta (left) has an extremely well-apportioned face.

Titles are unnecessary.

Not a bad day, all in all. Madre spent a considerable amount of time on here setting up our trip to Frisco in March. The place doesn't sound too bad; reportedly lots to do there.

Read a large chunk of a book called "Freakonomics" today. Very interesting arguments. Its subtitle is "A rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything." I had no idea there was such a strong corellation between abortions and the future crime rate. That being said, we shouldn't have to live in a society where some even need abortions. But that's a bit of wishful thinking. It's rather humbling to view the human race as a bunch of inherently selfish beings, who sometimes cooperate against each other, but said book inpires just such thoughts. Right now I really have very little faith in human capacities of any sort. It would be ungratefullness of the most human kind to attribute what good there is in this world to ourselves, no, that doesn't fly with me. I'd say the Man Upstairs is about the only thing keeping our asses out of nuclear holocaust or summut like that. But after all, what's an unconditionally loving parent to do?

If "con" is the opposite of "pro," then isn't "Congress" the opposite of "progress"?

AHAHAHAHAHAHA! yes it is...

Anyway. Yesterday we finally had the "Kaffee Haus" meeting. It went tolerably well. As interesting (and I call it that with reservations) as the whole planning and preparing aspect of it is, I'm really more excited about the possibility of putting some of the wacked-out products of my erratic and contradictory mind on stage, for all to seeee...

It will be grand.

I find I talk quite volubly and too often inanely when I am nervous. That's a shame.

If I were an advocate of intelligent design, I would definitely cite Aishwarya Rai as proof of my crazy contention:



Every night I rue the day John met Yoko, and wonder what the biological explanation is for Ms. Rai.

Ye non-existent masses, speak!

All right then. This was an interesting venture on my part, and a nice way to chronical, if somewhat fragmentarily, a year of my life. Throughout I have given free reign to my stylistic and literary presumption, with mixed results. However, as I stare ambivilantly into the ugly/beautiful mug of the new year, I'd like to ask you something: was it worth it?

If anyone in the entire world wishes to see this blog continue, please affirm you noble sentiments with a comment to that or any other effect.

Otherwise, this will be the last entry for this journal, and another chapter of my life shall come to a hackneyed close.

Thank you.